SERAPHINA’S POVLucian's words have stuck with me longer than I want them to, and mostly because, I guess, a part of me can't shake off the subtle feeling, too. I can't place my hands on it, but there's a sense of doom that has loomed over me for a while, even before the feeling of being watched started. It's funny, though, how all day outside, I swear I feel eyes following me, but the moment I'm around Artemis or back home, I don't feel it anymore, only peace.Initially, I simply passed it off as the feeling of peace and comfort of being around my mate, but after talking with Lucian, I'm not so sure anymore. I'm scared for no reason, making me hate that bastard's guts even more for terrifying me. I try my best to de-stress from it, washing away all thoughts of Lucian for today because Artemis has completely cleared his schedule to make sure we walk to school together. It’s been only a few days since we’ve had time to spend together, but I find myself overly excited, like a
SERAPHINA’S POVThe entire day passes by like a breeze, yet I'm mostly surprised by how well I'm able to hold myself up until the final bell releases us from this educational prison cell. Not once do I see anyone I know; it's almost as if they've all been abducted by aliens. This only makes today feel all the more lonely, or maybe it's the karma I get for not telling anyone what day it is. Being strong is harder than I realize from making the decision earlier today, and I decide I want nothing of it. Instead, I yearn to return home, to Artemis, to hug him and spend the rest of this uneventful day with him.The thought alone is enough to drive me, pushing me to head home faster than I normally would—speed walking instead of strolling. My heart beats faster the moment I see the door, sprinting towards it and stepping inside, only to be greeted by the dark, dull room with all the lights turned off. Has he not gotten back yet? My heart drops instantly, hit by another wave of d
SERAPHINA’S POVI know tonight is supposed to be more of a friendly get-together than a party. I also know Artemis would never invite her, which means she must have found her way in all on her own. She sips at her drink, gulping down the fruit punch and drawing my eyes to her bony neck that bobs with every swallow. She looks dehydrated, hiding the rest of her sickly body in thicker clothes than what she used to wear before. "Aren't we friends, Hawthrone? I used to think we were," she responds, her eyes playful, watching me as if this is some kind of game for her."Cut the bullshit. We both know we were anything but friends. You cut that chance before it could happen," I retort, recalling the mind games she played with me back then, how easily I had fallen because I desperately wanted to see the good in her.Her eyes roll before she drops the drink on the counter and looks at me, folding her arms below her chest. "I see you’re enjoying filling my shoes. The thrill and power
SERAPHINA’S POVI walk back into the building and into the party, closing the door behind me. Only, the second I walk in, Jasper wraps his hands around my shoulders, pulling me forward and towards the crowd that now seems to be facing the both of us. I'm hit with the feeling that something was going on before I walked in. "Attention, everyone!" He yells loud enough, leading me to the center of the room and into the middle of the crowd, while the music gets turned off. "What are you doing?" I ask, feeling my nerves getting riled up.The discomfort from my headache, coupled with all the eyes directed at me, has me feeling uncomfortable and distressed. I find myself breathing harder than normal and fanning myself with my palm while forcing a tight-lipped smile. "We’re going to do a little toast for the birthday girl right here," he announces to everyone, holding up his cup of drinks in the air. Everyone mimics his actions, raising theirs as well. I can faintly smell moons
ARTEMIS’ POVA call was the last thing I was expecting from the man who calls himself my father. It's been almost three weeks since he last reached out, picked up my calls, or replied to my texts. I had to hear about my own mother's state from a psychotic outsider and not him. Yet, the first thing he does when he finally does reach out is summon me for state business, ignoring all the texts I sent, giving me the bare minimum news about Mum. My blood boils with every step I take, moving farther away from Sera and closer to him, mentally rehearsing all the words I'd like to say to him once I finally see him face to face.I almost rip the hinges off the door once I'm in his office, storming into the room. "I will not be a toy that you can place wherever your heart desires and whom you can call and summon as you please," I declare upon entering, only to fall silent instantly once I realize it's not just him and me. No, rather, the Administrator is here as well, standing at the
SERAPHINA’S POVI'm stuck in a room surrounded by fire, pounding at the door while the very last bits of oxygen are being consumed by the flames. The walls around me have corroded to ash and crumble to the floor, but I don't stop pounding and screaming for help until it finally bursts open. I breathe a sigh of relief, only briefly, before I realize standing right in front of me is a burning corpse; charred completely, with a disfigured body and towering over me, tears of bright viscous liquid streaming down. It's a gruesome sight that cripples me with fear before I scream out loud and shut my eyes.The next time I open them, I'm somewhere else. Staring at a white ceiling, I'm breathing so hard that my chest burns painfully. The entire room around me is white as I take in my surroundings, riddled with panic. I thought I was on fire, I thought I was going to die, yet suddenly, I'm somewhere different. Am I still dreaming?A frame is crouched over by my side, with wide shoul
SERAPHINA’S POVIt’s been four days now in this painfully white clinic room. It's been three hours since Artemis left to pick up fresh clothes and real food for me. And it's been almost twenty-four hours—twenty-four long, dreary hours—since the news of Juliet's death was dropped like a bomb. But of course, I know it's a lie. Juliet is not dead. Juliet is not dead.Juliet is not dead.I repeat this to myself, laughing heartily at Jasper’s cruel attempt at a joke yesterday. I laughed right in their convincing faces then, at the Oscar-worthy tears that drenched Jasper's face, and the godforsaken snot that followed.God, he really must have given the cheap prank his best, expensive tricks.Juliet is not dead—I chant it to myself, again and again, until I can feel it in my heart that the words are true. She's a werewolf, and if I had somehow survived the explosion, then she did too. She had to have. What good would all the werewolf agility in the world be if it could n
SERAPHINA’S POVHe picks up my hand, holding onto it tightly like I might slip from his fingers, placing it against his beating heart, and staring right into my soul with a precision that leaves me breathless."This isn’t your fault, baby. Don’t you feel that? Don’t you feel my heart? You’re the life that keeps it beating, Sera. I realized that when I ran into that fire to find you. I realized then - it has become essential for me to always find you, to always love you, and my heart might very well stop pumping if I’m ever forced away from this truth. But I swear, by the moon goddess, by every drop of blood in my veins, by every shred of my being, not even decay or the deepest pits of hell could stop me from loving you. I'd battle through an inferno, crawl if I have to, endure every agony, time and time again, just to ensure this heart keeps beating—to ensure it beats for you."His words are my undoing—and without realizing it at first, tear after tear rolls down my cheek, before i